This is a make believe story about make believe characters. My story archive: /~brd/ The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe - Self-doubt (mf, inc, first) by Big Red Dope (bigreddope@hotmail.com) Peter laid in the tent weary and wide-awake. Not even the slightest hint of sleep had entered into his body. It was dark outside and except for the occasional sounds of the camp guards it was quiet too. What had started as a game of hide and seek had turned into a struggle for a land's freedom. Being the eldest child Peter stepped into the role of his father when he left to fight the Nazi's and helped his mother as best he could in keeping the family together. He had to put on a brave face many times, but now found himself racked with anxiety. While his father was helping to stop the spread of evil Peter reluctantly found himself preparing to lead an army into battle to overthrow it. Edmund was missing and though he had killed Maugrim the wolf and Aslan had sent Oreuis and others to rescue his brother Peter was now no more sure of himself leading an army than he had been when he, Susan, and Lucy first arrived in the camp and saw the hope their arrival brought. Giving up on getting sleep any time soon Peter got up and left his tent. He looked around a bit, taking in the cool night air, and with his hands in his pockets he walked towards the river. Peter stopped and looked at the ground in the general area of the riverbank in which he got "lucky" and slew the wolf. Then as the moon seemed to start to shine just a bit brighter than it normally would Peter noticed a dark spot on the ground and kneeled down to investigate. It was blood. He didn't know how he knew, but he knew it was the blood of Maugrim and this was the spot where the wolf died. Peter ran his hand over the spot replaying the days earlier events. He wanted to convince himself he hadn't lucked out in killing the wolf, that he was ready for what was coming, but he couldn't. Still filled with much self-doubt Peter sat down at the river's edge and stared at the reflection of the moonlight on the water. He picked up a nearby rock and skipped it across the water. It bounced several times before sinking to the bottom. Peter lost himself in thought for several minutes before he was interrupted. "Peter, what are you doing out here? You should be sleeping. You're going to need it," Susan said sitting down beside him. "I can't sleep Susan. I keep thinking about what Aslan, what everyone is wanting us to do. This world isn't any better than our own, but at least Edmund was with us when we were home." "I must admit that using just logic I can't figure out how the four of us have become some kind of saviors for the people here. There could have been someone besides us staying with The Professor and if they had stumbled onto the wardrobe like we had they'd be in the same position we are." Susan picked up her own stone and tried to skip it across the water. Instead it immediately sank to the bottom the first time it hit water. "You never were any good at skipping stones," Peter grinned slightly as another of his rocks bounced along the water effortlessly. "This is silly. Ask mother what she prefers; good grades or the ability to toss stones," Susan replied trying to skip another rock which immediately sank to the bottom of the river as well. "Bugger." "This is really embarrassing," Peter said not being able to help but laugh out loud this time. "You can't even get your stone to bounce once." "Don't sit there and laugh. Show me what I'm doing wrong and teach me the right way to play your stupid game." "You're making this much too difficult Susan," Peter started jumping at the sudden howl of a far off creature. "Are you okay Peter?" Susan asked seeing Peter flinch in the moonlight and hearing the ground rustle underneath him. "I'm fine. It's just that the wolf that howled just now..." Peter said trailing off. "What is it Peter? What's wrong?" "I can't do it Susan. I can't help these people. I'm not a leader," he muttered. He stood up and began to walk back to his tent. "Wait please!" Susan said jumping to her feet and grabbing Peter's arm. "What?" Peter sighed. "We have to help these people! You can't abandon them now!" "I can't Susan! Going into battle isn't an easy thing to do! Do you remember what's going on at home, why we have to live with The Professor? Edmund is missing because of me and I was barely able to protect you and Lucy today..." "But you did protect us," Susan replied her hand dropping down to Peter's squeezing it. "Lucy and I are alive, because you killed Maugrim, and Oreuis will get Edmund back. I know he will. Aslan trusts him and so do I." "You're alive because I got lucky. I couldn't even bring myself to strike Maugrim. He attacked me and I reacted. You can't have a coward like me lead an army into battle and expect to win. It's not logical." Peter pulled his hand from Susan's and began to walk away. As Peter disappeared into the darkness Susan's eyes started to water. "I believe you Peter. Why can't you believe in yourself?" She muttered barely audible to even herself. *** Peter laid on the makeshift bedding in his tent. He tossed and turned as he thought about Edmund, the position he had allowed himself to be put in in regards to Narnia's battle with the White Witch, and the conversation he had just had with his sister. He knew daylight couldn't have been more than a few hours away and he hadn't slept a bit. His confidence was shaky to say the least and if he didn't get some sleep soon he would be even less helpful. Just as his eyes were starting to close and he was about to head off into dreamland Peter's tent was disturbed. "Who is it?" He asked slowly turning to face his tent's doorway while reaching for his sword. "It's me," Susan replied stepping into Peter's tent. "What do you want Susan? I was about to fall asleep," Peter asked sitting up. "I'm sorry I disturbed you, but I just wanted you to know that even if you don't believe in yourself the people here believe in your, Aslan believes in you, and Lucy and I believe in you. You can lead the people of Narnia if you want." "Like I told you, I got lucky." "Peter stop it! Do you think Lucy cares if you're the world's greatest soldier? No, you saved her life and you love her. That's all that matters to her! If you can't see yourself the way everyone else does then maybe you're right. Maybe Aslan needs to find a new leader." Susan then turned to leave the tent, but Peter stopped her. "Susan wait..." "What Peter? I need to get to sleep. You may not want to, but I want to help the people of Narnia." "It's not that I don't want to help I just don't think you or Lucy completely understand what's going on here. Aslan is talking about going to war with the White Witch. Just like what's going on at home. Instead of airplanes and bombs we've got horses and swords. People are going to die Susan; you, me, Edmund, anybody. Edmund could already be dead!" "Don't say that Peter! He's not dead!" Tears began to form in Susan's eyes again and the same guilt he felt for causing Edmund to run off Peter now had for his sister. He stood up and kissed Susan on the forehead before hugging her. "I'm sorry for saying that. It's just that if things don't work out like everyone hopes then any of us could end up dying. The beavers said the White Witch wants us all dead, even Lucy! If something were to happen to any of us what would the others say to mother when they went home? What if father dies in the war and she also loses one of us? How do you think she'll react then?" "Why didn't you say something before?" Susan asked with a sniffle looking up at Peter. "Because I have to take care of the family while father is gone," Peter replied sitting down. "You behave just like him, you know that?" Susan said sitting down next to him. Taking a breath she then asked, "What are you going to do then?" "The same thing father did," Peter replied looking at the ground. "What I have to. He believes in his cause and I believe in mine. I don't believe we came to Narnia by accident. For whatever reason the four of us were supposed to come here. I will do what I can to help the people here... even if that means I die in the process." "Do you mean that?" Susan smiled her hand reaching into his lap to take his. "Yes I do. I don't know what will happen to us, but it's like you said I have too much of father in me. I'm a nervous wreck, I have been since we left the beavers' home, but I can't turn my back on these people. I can't do it and have a clean conscious." "You're going to make a great leader Peter," Susan said. "Thanks..." He replied. "What are you doing?" He asked when she took his left hand from his lap. "I love you Peter," Susan said as she pressed his hand against the green cloth that covered her left breast. "Why'd you do that?" Peter asked quickly pulling his hand away. "I love you too, but this can't be. Mom would--" "Mom would take you by the collar and drag you home if she knew you were going to lead an army into battle." Susan stood up in Peter's tent and loosened her dress before pulling it off and dropping it. "Susan what are you doing? Put your clothes back on!" Peter demanded standing up and handing his sister her dress. "It's like you said anything can happen in the next few days. We could all die and if that happens I want you die a man fighting for a cause and not as a boy out of place." Susan began removing her undergarments. First she pulled the top up over her head then she pulled down her bottom. Peter opened his mouth to say something more, but at that moment the moonlight that managed to creep into his tent seemed to shine on Susan in the right way. He looked at her from head to toe and could not get over how beautiful she looked standing in front of him. "Peter say something. You're making me nervous." "I don't know what to say." "Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Susan trailed off as she reached down to pick up her clothes to dress herself. "Susan stop," Peter said stepping to her and taking her hands. "What I meant was that you're absolutely beautiful." Susan smiled, blushed a bit, and dropped her clothing. She then kissed him passionately full on the lips. When their kiss broke both teens had a smile on their face. With a bit of nervousness entering her body Susan sat down on Peter's bedding as he undressed. When he was fully nude the moonlight had the same effect on his body that it did on hers. "Wow Peter..." Susan said. "You look good too." "Thank you," he said turning to face her. Though Peter couldn't see it Susan blushed heavily as she caught a glimpse of his penis. She had seen drawings of them in books before, but this was the first real one she had ever seen. Peter's cock looked huge to her and for someone his age it was a bit bigger than normal. He was almost at six and a half inches and still growing. Peter sat down next to his sister and the two of them looked at each other with nervous glances. "So how do you want to do this? I've never done this before," Peter admitted after several minutes of the two of them looking at each other with nervous smiles. "Me neither. I've only heard girls talk about this at school," Susan replied. "Lay back and let me try to remember what they said." With a smile and not fully knowing the pleasures that awaited for him Peter laid back and waited to see what Susan would do. Before the war against Germany had started and life was still easy as a teenager Peter had gotten erections quite often from being around attractive girls, but he was still a virgin having only ejaculated sparingly through self-gratification almost never having any time alone. Now he and Susan were spending probably one of their last free nights together and neither of them knew exactly what they were doing. With her eyes not able to leave Peter's large semi-erect member Susan gently felt it up several times before taking hold of the shaft. Just the mere touch of his sister's hand on his penis caused Peter to flinch ever so slightly and immediately become fully erect. "Are you okay Peter?" Susan giggled as she started to ride her hand up and down his cock. "I'm fine. I'm just a little nervous is all." "Me too," Susan smiled as her hand continued to slide up and down her brother's dick. "But being with you will make my first time easier." After several minutes of stroking Peter's shaft Susan felt something sticky when the edge of her fingers slipped over the edge of Peter's cockhead. "What's wrong?" Peter asked when Susan stopped stroking him. "Nothing." Peter moaned when he felt Susan start to tongue his cock. The girls had at school had been right. Even at the slightest touch of Susan's hand pre-ejaculate had started to dribble out of Peter's dick. It was a bit salty as Susan licked it from her brother's skin and the more she slid her tongue over his shaft the more he moaned and the more that came out. Peter groaned loudly and his penis ached like it was about to burst as Susan wrapped her lips around it and slowly began bobbing her head up and down. She did the best she could at performing oral sex for the first time and could only assume Peter was enjoying it as he continued to moan and his cock seemed to twitch by itself from time to time in her mouth. As Susan continued to run her tongue up and down Peter's shaft and her lips slid over it she slowly came to decide that this really wasn't any worse than sucking on a finger. It's just that she was sucking on Peter's manhood and from time to time a salty substance spilled onto her tongue. Then Susan decided to try something else she had heard about in school. Still orally pleasuring Peter she reach under and gave his scrotum a slight squeeze. Peter's body jerked and he moaned loudly as he came into his sister's mouth. Susan was a bit surprised by Peter's reaction and the wads of cum that squirted from his cock. Not knowing what else to do she tried swallowing as fast as she could. The semen was thick and it was a bit salty, but Susan swallowed most of it down. She brought her head up when it seemed Peter was finished, but he was still hard. He then sat up next to her. "That felt wonderful Susan," Peter said with a smile. She blushed before speaking, "Thanks, but it's my turn now. I don't want to be a girl anymore." In the moonlight they could see each other smile as they switched places and Susan laid down. She spread her legs for Peter and with a slight nervousness he pushed the tip of his penis into her warm fold. With a slight nod and a smile Susan motioned for Peter to continue and he did. Slowly he worked his dick into her pussy and an excited rush overtook Susan as Peter filled her. Then they both stopped for a moment. Peter's dick had found her hymen and had started to push against it. It was Susan's initial whimper that got him to stop. "You okay Susan? I don't want to hurt you." "I'm fine Peter. It always hurts the first time they said." "Okay, I'll try to be as gentle as I can." Susan bit her lip as Peter started pushing himself inside her again. Then with a small thrust the fleshy membrane within Susan was broken. She gritted her teeth for a split-second and groaned, but the pain slowly passed and soon Peter's entire shaft was within her. "You feel so big inside me Peter," Susan said with a smile. "And you feel so tight around my dick." "Just keep going. It'll start to feel better soon." Peter needed little encouragement from Susan to started fucking her as his body was telling him all he needed to know. As he started to pull out and push back in Peter's body and especially his cock was already starting to feel like it had before he came earlier. As he slowly worked his body into a nice pace and rhythm Peter couldn't help but notice Susan's firm breasts as they rocked back and forth with each thrust. He let go of Susan's hips and leaned forward enough that he could take both of her breasts in his hands. Peter squeezed them, fondled them, exploring breasts for the first time as he tried to continue to thrust himself into his sister. He nearly slipped out a few times, but Susan likely the feeling of Peter's hands on her chest as he fucked her wrapped her legs around his waist. Susan had heard talk at school about everything that was now happening to her. The excitement that she felt, the tingling almost burning sensation that was taking over her body was making her believe that her first orgasm wasn't far off. Peter grunted holding onto Susan's breasts as he thrust his cock in and out of Susan's pussy. The harder and faster he seemed to fuck her the tighter her pussy seemed to get. The sibling teens pulled as much pleasure from their sexual romp as their bodies would allow as they continued on into the early morning. Even with the cool air sweat had started to form on their bodies. Susan was the first to lose herself and come. She felt her pussy explode with passion and burn as she orgasmed. Peter continued to wildly thrust himself into her even as Susan's pussy took his dick into a tight grip and smothered it with her cum. It would be several more minutes before Peter would come for the second time. Susan felt Peter's warm sticky cum shoot into her body several times before letting up. This time when he finished he went limp as he pulled out. Peter fell down next to Susan as both breathed heavily trying to recompose themselves. "Thank you Peter," Susan whispered after several minutes of silence. "I love you." "I love you too Susan," He replied kissing her on the forehead. "And thank you. I want to say more, but I don't know what to say." "Don't worry about it. I better be getting back to my tent though in case Lucy wakes up," Susan said standing up and redressing. "Don't worry Peter everything will work out. I know it will." "Me too," he smile a few minutes later when his sister finally left.